Enough time today to tackle my photograph mountain. While trawling through all the colour I realised I had all sorts of beautiful natural tones and textures which deserve a little appreciation all on their own.
A roof at Great Dixter, and all these lovely images from inside the barn.
An amazing wall in Rye…
Luxurious textiles at Sheffield Park…
And a shell encrusted anchor on the sea front of Hastings.
Our usual trips to visit the French branch of the family involve driving along featureless motorways packed with cars as we head towards the Channel Tunnel. This time we decided it would be nice to actually see some of the south coast of England on the way and so booked a few nights in Hastings at Cavalier House.
Tim had left me with the Country Living Guide book so I had drawn up a short list of interesting places to go, only thirty four of them!
Once we had left the nightmare that is the M25 we headed south on real roads, with scenery. I have really fallen for East Sussex, a bit hilly, a bit windy (as in winding, not blowing) and lots of leafy green tunnels. Very picturesque villages, roadside farm shops full of fruit, and then as we approached Hastings, glimpses of the sea. Our B & B located, we unloaded the luggage and set off into Hasting Old Town to explore. Just a few steps from Cavalier House was George Street, hung with bunting and with the tables and chairs of small bars and restaurants spilling out on to the pedestrianised street. Very European, very inviting!
We filled in the time before an evening meal with a spot of window shopping…
I would have quite liked to have taken this vintage sign home, along with this tea set…
If I couldn’t have the tea set, I did have a wonderful pot of fresh mint tea at the end of our meal at Latham’s Brasserie, and, to the music of the seagulls(?) we wandered back for a good nights sleep. My plan for the following day? Top of that list of thirty four places of interest was Great Dixter…but that’s for another post.
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